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by Mai-Len KennedyI am not $5.99 by the pound
at the meat market, across the street from the playground,
where your stare penetrates and violates
my sacred sanctuary getting irate.
His eyes criminate my body without touchin',
feeling my skin saturate and drench with hate.
His hanging flesh becomes King Tut's treasure,
world's eighth wonder.
Always hiding behind lies whispered
sweetly
meaning to tell me I'm his object
to be sold, bought, or
traded.
My body won't be degraded,
tryin' to obtain images of
perfection
to please him! And win his affection.
While treatin' me like a
“slut”
on the front page of just purchased smut.
Putting me down as some
animal nicknamed, "bitch,"
calling my sisters "hoe," "whore," and
"witch".
All throughout history they forgot
to write herstory
Since Eve and the forbidden fruit days
'til present I
can't escape from the female clichés.
At this moment I demand my respect and
equality,
from those who can't stand a “bitch” with qualities in this
quantity.
Mai-Len Kennedy, Fourth Universalist Society in Manhattan.
For more information contact youth @ uua.org.
Last updated on Friday, April 18, 2008.
